Feeling So Sick I Was Unable to Walk When a Man Virtually Carried Me to a Restroom.
At the age of nineteenth year, my morning travel was on an express bus. It remained full and would always be completely full when I boarded.
One particular morning, I started experiencing terribly ill while the vehicle rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to hold on another few kilometres so the bus could reached my destination, at which point I could rush hurriedly toward the most convenient washroom to vomit.
As we neared the avenue close to the destination as it dawned on me I was unable to hold on. All of a sudden, it was like a fog descended upon me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone muted everything. I said to myself, âI am about to pass outâ.
Thankfully, I was positioned toward the front of the bus, so I managed several steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I was going to get ill. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped onto the sidewalk.
My intention was to not get sick in view of multiple lanes of cars, so I forced myself up and endeavored to stumble across to the park on the other side, thinking I could I could at least discreetly hide near some foliage to be sick. But then I likely blacked out. I was aware of my physical self, yet I couldnât walk and my vision was blurry, leading me to start dragging myself toward the grassy area.
âAre you okay, dear?â
In that instant, someone picked me up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a manâs voice asked, âEverything alright, love?â I explained to this kind passerby that I had to to vomit. Thus, he practically supported my weight over to a nearby building and guided me inside the womenâs restroom. He inquired if I wanted him to remain with me but I refused.
A few minutes later, I felt better enough to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came him ask, âAre you OK, love? Do you need anything?â I wasnât able to rise right away but did manage to say thank you and after a few more minutes regained the function of my limbs. I made my way home and then spent the following days healing from what was later diagnosed as a horrible case of gastroenteritis.
I never glimpsed that manâs face â only his legs and the big container for tools he held â but he helped me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.
Many times, life can make you self-protective, pushy, and rivalrous. His was the sort of gesture that melts away that protective shell. He was proof that our default setting is towards kindness, a quality I adore about humanity.
